Hearing Ning Yan's words, Wei Lin's face showed a trace of bashfulness. He waved his hands slightly, seeming to want to refuse the gift, yet looking somewhat hesitant.
He muttered, "Oh, Uncle Guang, you're being far too polite! How could I possibly accept this?"
However, after making a few perfunctory gestures of refusal, his hands—seemingly moving by chance—stealthily reached toward the blue rock herb and, with lightning speed, tucked it straight into his bosom.
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